I feel like Little Orphan Annie. Only without Punjab and Miss Farrell. And my Daddy Warbucks turned out to be batshit. A phony. What are the odds? Crappy human parents AND a crappy maker... It just don't seem fair. So here I am, stuck hiding in the basement of Fangtasia because I got nowhere else to go.

It's funny how quickly things can change. How life can be so good and so rich and so perfect, and then it's all swept away from you in an instant. First it was Hoyt. Those feelings I had for him -- the love, the lightning -- I woke up one day and they were gone. Nowhere to be seen or heard from ever again. And then this. Order in the vampire world just falling apart, my maker at the center of it all. It feels like only yesterday I was partying with those UNL kids, making out with Jason, feeding from hot guys whenever I felt like it. And now I'm just trying to make it through the night in Pam's Halfway House for Wayward Baby Vamps.